Sep 6, 2005

What the Canvas will Allow

After my Papi’s funeral, when I return Atlanta
I am going to paint:

A young palm tree,
Iguana green

A small panga,
Fishing near Taboga Island

A pregnant martini,
Very, very cold

A series of hearts,
All in afternoon colors

A surgical tray,
After an appendectomy

A house of orchids,
With the doors wide, wide open

A collection of Huacas,
Standing at attention

I’ve never painted before, the canvas calls
Green, reds, blues, yellows, browns,they will all splatter.

By: Elena Arosemena